Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't A Killer

The harsh realities of life is takin'
For even Jesus Christ my soul
Please me the price to pay to make it home
control, I'm makin' doe, but not enough to blow
J O's, lust my flows, but A-yo
I trust a soul, I know I need to
These evil streets will you
than eat you, alive
Tryin' to illegal, I leave you lost
Bounce you on the cross, rip you a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher
Than I your corpse, it's the Bronx of course
Recognize the acsent, one of the last livin' still in
General assassin', catchin' an erect, any tech
Smashin' any chest, passin' any
Manson in the flesh, any last requests
Before ya meet your maker, so would your wake up
up a storm, like Anita Baker
I'll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with
your fate in Satan's firey lake
Than I lock the gate, make no
The Shit Is as Real as Joe, we follow the code
One becomes the you, me, where do you go?
Nowhere to run, hide or you
In silence you and even if you kill me
still be in your fuckin' dreams

You ain't a killer, you learnin' how to walk
New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and crap
Watch the left rack, It ain't where you're it's where's your gat

You made a grave mistake, of come here
You changed your fate, brains will make a debut on the table
I raise the stakes, the pain is great
But only for a second, is starts your lesson
Is your restin'
The set in, left him with so much stress (B.S.)
Left him no regrets (yes)
Welcome to hell son, the of death
Face the serpent, I the person
You get for certain
Even Jakes don't the work
So close the curtain, I'm hurtin', severely
Really tryin' to the pain
nothing more satisfying
Then when you cryin' screamin' my
It's not a game, it's Rain
Floods and blood stains, Big Puns my name
Bustin' my gun, that's my thang
the jug vein, snatch your Atam's apple
John Madden tackle corpse
Then hoist it on the cross at the Ackle
That'll have to hurt, work your body till it burst
The curse of Viva, slangin' first
I'm worse than anything you ever been
Sick in the and mental, essentially meant to be so ?
you awaken, your manhood will be taken
Faken you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination

You a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, even talk that East and West crap
Watch the left rack, It ain't you're from it's where's your gat

You ain't a killer, you still how to walk
From New York to all the real niggas carry chalk
you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Watch the left rack, It ain't where you're from it's where's gat

It's to analize, which guys is spies
Be people, we recognized who lies
It's all in the chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what are
Thieves in undercover cars, my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
I'm up to par, my game is in a
Stash a in the stash
Passport with the gas, name and last
Ask if my men are rowdy
Give me the shottie, I body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm to anything, if it's crime related
If it I'll take it, sill in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last
Probably magician, could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad kept me out the game
Now I'm strictly out for cream, doin' to fiends
I doubt you'll ever dream, my teams the meanest thing you seen
Measured by the King, down to the devls mesimean
I never so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by 25, or a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of
It's not what crews the livest, when the survivors the wisest

You ain't a killer, you learnin' how to walk
New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, even talk that East and West crap
Watch the left rack, It ain't where you're it's where's your gat

You ain't a killer, you still how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and crap
the left rack, It ain't where you're from it's where's your gat